Bengtie: A card pool character who gives knives to players

Fu Xuan had a frown on his face and shook his head.

"You've misunderstood the demonic body. It's not a curse that works on humans."

"It's not easy for fox people to transform into demonic bodies because, although they are immortal, their lifespan is not infinite."

"And the vidyadhara, by shedding their scales, can abandon their old lives and be reborn. As far as the demonic body is concerned, the immortal species are equal."

"Whether they are fox-men or vidyadharas, if they accidentally touch or take forbidden drugs, they are equally likely to fall into the demonic realm."

"Haven't you noticed? The Medicine King Secret Prisoners captured in the temporary base also include fox people and vidyadharas."

"I didn't notice." Xing suddenly realized.

Fu Xuan: "Those who follow the Medicine King's secret teachings could never have anticipated that the general would dare to ask for outside help to interfere in the Jianmu matter."

"Naturally, we won't prepare to deal with short-lived creatures."

Walter pondered: "I see, is this what General Jingyuan meant by the special forces?"

"But I'm more curious, who is the other special force?"

"I don't know the answers to either of the two questions you asked."

Fu Xuan shook his head.

"All I can say is that the Star Core Hunter's predictions are more accurate than mine. The future Kafka prayed for is coming true one by one."

Xing: "Do we have no choice but to act according to the Star Core Hunter's prediction?"

Fu Xuan: "I don't want to be manipulated by others, but people don't walk alone on their destiny, unfettered."

"Everyone's choices not only shape themselves, but also push those who walk with them forward."

"A fortune teller's duty is to seek good fortune and avoid disaster. I don't want my choices to lead Luofu down a path of disaster."

"Let's get back to the point. Extinguishing the alchemy furnace without being harmed by it is something that only you can accomplish."

"What do you all think?"

Sanyueqi raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Well, since we're the only ones who can help, Xing, Uncle Yang, let's go?"

Xing spread his hands: "I have no objection."

Walter nodded, tacitly agreeing to March 7's decision.

"Thank you. As soon as the smoke clears, I will lead my troops and will not leave you to fight alone."

As Fu Xuan finished speaking, gusts of mist began to drift towards this side.

She subconsciously held her breath and raised her hand.

"Hurry up and take it with you. It will give you a little more security."

Xing nodded and took the incense burner. He noticed the change in Fu Xuan's aura and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Fu Taibu, how old are you?"

"Why are you asking about my age?"

"I'm worried you'll fall into the devil's shadow."

"I am still young, far from the age of falling into the devil's shadow. In the words of you short-lived people, I am a young girl in the prime of her youth."

As he spoke, Fu Xuan subconsciously took two steps closer to Xing.

Only after smelling the richer fragrance emanating from the incense burner did I feel much more at peace.

"That being said, I'm still...terrified to death."

Xing looked suspicious: "Then why do you dare to conclude that we short-lived species are unlikely to be affected and fall into the devil's Yin?"

"Is that smoke really harmless to us?"

Fu Xuan's expression froze, and his tone became a little anxious.

"You don't trust me, do you?"

"Well...if I said I didn't know, you wouldn't immediately quit, would you?"

Xing glared: "So you have no confidence at all?"

"Nonsense, I'm confident, no problem!"

Seeing that not only Xing, but even San Yue Qi looked at him with suspicion, Fu Xuan felt it necessary to explain in depth.

"Well, let me take this opportunity to tell you about the details of the demonic body."

"The doctor believes that the demonic body is related to memory. Although the immortal species have a long lifespan, their memory capacity has a limit."

"Over hundreds or even thousands of years, the emotional threshold of the Immortals continues to rise."

"Memories have also become thin and tired under the erosion of time, leaving only the most extreme and vivid sediments—"

"That will almost certainly be the remnants of painful and regretful memories, understand?"

Xing remembered that Lingzhou once told her that he was not a short-lived person.

It’s a pity that Lingzhou is not here.

"March, Uncle Yang, do you know how old Lingzhou is?"

Walter was speechless for a moment.

"Um... I don't know. In fact, Lingzhou himself doesn't know. He said he has no memory of it."

Fu Xuan didn't understand who the Ling Zhou these three were talking about, so he continued to explain:

"The fate of the Immortal Seed is to no longer feel joy and happiness, leaving only regret and hatred engraved in the heart."

"Under these extreme emotions, the human self begins to crumble, and this is the beginning of the demonic body."

"As for the short-lived species, their lifespan is no more than a hundred years, so there's no need to worry about that."

"Are you all relieved?"

San Yue Qi breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "I'm relieved. It just so happens that I don't remember anything."

Fu Xuan: "No, you still don't understand. The cause of the demonic body is not memory, but the emotional threshold has been sharpened to -"

"Forget it, just remember it."

Xing: "There are so many immortal races in the universe, it's impossible that all of them have demonic bodies, right?"

Fu Xuan: "The starry sea is vast, I dare not speak rashly. Perhaps... you can understand the demonic body as a curse of abundance on mankind."

"Most of the Immortal Boat's mortal enemies are evil creatures blessed with abundance. They don't have the concept of demonic bodies."

Xing pondered for a moment and threw the incense burner in his hand to Fu Xuan.

"Keep this for yourself. The Xianzhou people need it more than we do."

"Without further delay, Sanyue, Uncle Yang, let's go."

Fu Xuan took the incense burner with a look of surprise.

"Aren't you going to ask me about the number of my enemies?"

① "No need. A hero doesn't run away from a battle."

② "What if you say it's dangerous? Will we really give up?"

Ah Xian chooses one.

Xing: "There's no need to ask. A hero wouldn't desert a battlefield. You wouldn't leave us to die."

"With Rofu's size and reputation in the galaxy, he wouldn't be able to do such a thing."

"Besides, I'm strong, and Mr. Walter is stronger than me."

"Even with a cute mascot, it'll only take a few minutes to take down that fog-producing furnace—Aho!"

Before Xing could finish his words, he was hit by two consecutive elbow strikes from Sanyueqi.

"Who are you calling a mascot, you bastard?"

Chapter 227 Xing's Special Guandan Furnace Method

"Whoever confesses is the one who is being accused. Why do you dare to assert that I'm not talking about Miss Tingyun?"

"..."

The corners of Tingyun's mouth froze, then rose even wider.

"Your Excellency is right. I am only a traveling merchant, weak and frail. When I encounter a battle, I can only hide in the back and tremble in fear."

"The three of you must protect me well. I still want to live for another hundred or so years."

San Yue Qi said with concern, "Miss Tingyun, please go back. We can walk the rest of the way on our own."

Tingyun chuckled softly, "Thank you for your concern. I'm fine. The general ordered me to follow you. I dare not disobey military orders."

Walter: "Human lives are at stake, Miss Tingyun, we will explain to the general."

Tingyun said, "That's really not necessary. I've been traveling in space for years. Although I'm quite old, I only have a few decades of experience at most."

"My benefactors, I'm afraid you'll all live longer than me."

Xing immediately denied it: "Impossible, absolutely impossible——"

"I'm just a little gray raccoon who was born in the Black Tower Space Station and hasn't even turned one month old yet~~"

"And you, Miss Tingyun, have been a great fox for over a hundred years."

"Unless our Ah Qi is a thousand-year-old demon, he can't be younger than you."

March 7th doesn't seem angry.

He just smiled and stretched out his hand, then put it on Xing's waist and twisted it hard.

"hiss--"

Xing grinned.

"Sister, my fault!"

"I told you to keep talking nonsense. Just admit your mistake. Humph~~~"

March 7th, let go.

Xing immediately started shaking again, putting her hands on her hips and raising her chin high.

"What did I do wrong?"

“??? I’ll really have to control you when I get back…”

"No, I won't be naughty anymore!"

"It's better to be naughty, it's better to be naughty."

Ah Xian was cheerful.

“Love this space comedy style.”

"It seems the screenwriter is not Shaoji or Ling Yi Niang. They are good at knife-cutting but not at comedy. I can rest assured."

A Xian talked to Fu Xuan again. After listening to some settings, he rushed to the next mission location without stopping.

There are still words in his mouth.

"Why hasn't Lingzhou appeared yet? There's even no sign of Danheng..."

"But Dan Heng definitely doesn't have to worry about the plot. The preview PV revealed so much information. He only has to worry about Ling Zhou, who only has the little story just mentioned."

[Aren't you afraid that Lingzhou will get stabbed, and you wish there were no plot for him?]

"It's different now. The entire 1.2 mainline is pretty much the same as 1.1. It's all very fun."

"If I give it a knife, the style will become abrupt."

“So, there’s no sword in 1.2 either, unless the one being stabbed is Jing Yuan, after all, he seemed to be struggling in the PV.”

"Be optimistic. Games are meant to be played with a smile."

Walter: "Look at those alchemy furnaces, they are emitting smoke continuously."

March 7th observes carefully for a moment.